Semua Bab Pregnant for My Ex’s Ruthless Boss: Bab 21 - Bab 30

ARIA'S POVI looked back at Tyler. For a long moment, he was smiling — not his usual polite, professional smile, but something warmer, almost relieved. Like he had been carrying the weight of those investors on his own shoulders too.I finally sighed again, sinking deeper into my chair.“Oh my God,” I murmured shakily. Relief washed over me like a wave, loosening the iron band that had been tightening around my chest for days.This can’t be real. After everything…“Do you have any idea who it might be?” I asked, opening my eyes to look at him again.He shook his head slightly. “Maybe the person saw your hard work and exhaustion,” he said simply.I nodded, though doubt still lingered at the edges of my mind.No one changes their mind that quickly without a reason.“Did they state the time or date?”“I gave them the slot most comfortable for your schedule… which is tomorrow afternoon.”I nodded again, this time more firmly.My almost-withered confidence began returning with full force.

TYLER'S POVWhat have I done… what have I done… what have I done…The frantic chant echoed in my skull with every desperate stride as I sprinted up the stairs, legs burning, heart slamming against my ribs. I didn’t bother with the elevator. I didn’t bother taking the steps two at a time. Every second felt like a betrayal.The moment the signal went out, I should have checked on her. I should have known something was wrong. I should have gone straight to her office.Instead, I had stayed downstairs like a fool — buried in reports and endless calls — until Claire came rushing toward me, pale and breathless, whispering that Ryan Hale’s car was parked right outside the building.The blood drained from my face in an instant.God, please don’t let him touch her.She couldn’t defend herself right now. This morning she had looked so fragile — pale, exhausted, dangerously underfed. Like a single strong wind could shatter her.I had planned to contact her therapist today. The hypnosis sessions

DOMINIC'S POV“I can tell she’s been exercising regularly. That’s a good sign, but she needs to massage the area daily. The arthritis is improving,” the doctor said as he peeled off his gloves with a snap.I nodded once, arms crossed over my chest. “Understood.”I turned to the old woman beside me, who was already adjusting her shawl with a stubborn set to her jaw. “Niles will come pick you up soon. Can I go now?”Grandma’s sullen expression deepened. She had been like this ever since the failed matchmaking attempt with Charlotte. I had even explained that Charlotte was interested in women, yet she still refused to smile at me. Instead, she had insisted on dragging herself along for her weekly checkup and now seemed determined not to let me escape.“You are taking me back to Bellevue,” she declared, pushing herself to her feet with the help of her walking stick. “No negotiations.”I pinched the bridge of my nose, a familiar headache already forming.Here we go again.“You are impossib

RYAN'S POVEverything was falling apart.The little control I thought I still had was slipping through my fingers like sand.I stood on the balcony of my penthouse, the cold night wind biting at my skin, but all I could see was red — the glaring red numbers on my laptop screen, each one another nail in my coffin. Another major investor had pulled out an hour ago. Three suppliers had sent termination notices. My phone wouldn’t stop vibrating with frantic messages from board members and partners demanding answers.All because of herAria.The woman who was supposed to be my golden ticket. The heiress I had spent three long years grooming, manipulating, and shaping into the perfect, obedient wife. The one who was meant to hand me the entire Cole empire the moment she said “I do.”And now she had the audacity to say no.I gripped the railing until my knuckles turned white, my jaw aching from how hard I was clenching it. The public humiliation at the gala was bad enough, but this? This was

ARIA'S POVConsciousness returned slowly, in pieces. Like a life force slowing returning me to reality, at first my hearings sharpen, the low hum of hospital machinery echoing steadily in the room.Then the weight of my own limbs pressed me down heavily on the bed, restricting my movement. The ache, not the sharp, screaming pain from before, but something dullee, bruised. like grief had wrong itself own to embers instead of flame.I kept my eyes closed for a long moment, unwilling to face whatever waited on the other side of them.They're gone.The thought didn't shatter me the way it had hours ago. It just settled, heavy and quiet, into a place inside my chest that I suspected would never be empty again.Thinking of how much I had fought to get over the grief, how I had signed to end grief with hypnosis, but the hypnosis was only a facade , I really need to fight the grief alone.I finally opened my eyes.The room was dim, the blinds drawn against what looked like early morning light